Poet, novelist, playwright, librettist, essayist, and translator, James Mercer Langston Hughes was born in Joplin, Missouri on February 1, 1902, to parents Caroline (Carrie) Mercer Langston, a school teacher, and James Nathaniel Hughes, an attorney. His parents separated before Langston was born and he spent his pre-adolescent years with his maternal grandmother, Mary Patterson Langston, in Lawrence, Kansas. Mary Langston was the second wife of Charles Henry Langston, a major black political activist in Kansas, and the sister-in-law of former U.S. Congressman John Mercer Langston. After his grandmother’s death, Caroline married Homer Clark, a steel mill worker in Lincoln, Illinois. The couple settled in Cleveland, Ohio with Langston and his younger brother, Gwyn.
Hughes was fiercely independent from an early age. When his mother and brother followed his stepfather who occasionally left the family in search of higher wages, Langston stayed in Cleveland to finish high school. He also had a volatile relationship with his attorney father who pursued work in Cuba and who by 1920 was general manager of an American company in Mexico. Langston Hughes joined his father in Mexico City briefly in 1919, moved back to Cleveland to complete high school, and then upon receiving his diploma in 1920, returned to Mexico City.
Rather than acquiesce to his domineering father’s demands that he pursue a degree in mining engineering, Langston moved to New York City, New York and enrolled in Columbia University. Hughes quit Columbia after a year and decided to acquire a more worldly education. In 1922, he began a two-year stint as a ship’s crewman, during which he traveled to, and spent considerable time in, western Africa, France, and Italy. He also briefly lived in the expatriate community in London, England before returning to the United States in November 1924 to live with his mother in Washington, D.C. In 1925, he became the personal assistant of historian Carter G. Woodson, the founder of the Association for the Study of African American Life and History.
In 1926, Hughes he enrolled in Lincoln University (Pennsylvania) and earned a liberal arts degree in 1930. His classmates included Thurgood Marshall, a future U.S. Supreme Court justice. While there, he joined Omega Psi Phi Fraternity.
While in college, Hughes often returned to Harlem where he became a major figure in the Harlem Renaissance. Hughes deeply believed that black art should represent the experiences and culture of the black “folk.” Images of rural and urban working-class African Americans filled his poetry and prose, and his writing celebrated blues and jazz culture. Some of his more famous works associated with the Harlem Renaissance include the collections of poems, The Weary Blues (1926) and Fine Clothes to the Jew (1927); the novel Not Without Laughter (1930); and the essay “The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain” (1926).
Hughes was also politically engaged. During the 1930s, he wrote plays highlighting the injustice of the Scottsboro case and the imprisonment of the black Communist organizer, Angelo Herndon. In 1932, he was among a group of prominent black intellectuals who traveled to the Soviet Union to participate in an ultimately aborted film about black workers in the U.S. After realizing the film would not be made, Hughes decided to use the opportunity to travel across the Soviet Union to learn more about the world’s first Communist nation. During his travels, he spend a brief period in Turkmenistan (then part of the Soviet Union but now an independent nation) before traveling on to China and Japan. Between 1934 and 1935, Hughes lived in California, where he completed one novel and co-wrote the screenplay for the Hollywood film, Way Down South.
In 1937, Hughes spent several months in Spain during its civil war as a correspondent for the Baltimore Afro-American and a supporter of the anti-fascist forces. Even though Hughes began to distance himself from the left after World War II, he was enveloped by the anti-communist hysteria of the Cold War era and testified before Sen. Joseph McCarthy’s Subcommittee on Un-American Activities in 1953.
Hughes wrote sixteen books of poetry, twelve novels and short stories, and eight children’s books. His honors and awards included a Guggenheim Fellowship (1934), Rosenwald Fellowship (1941), the Ainsfield-Wolf Book Award (1954), and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) Spingarn Award (1960).
By the early 1940s, Hughes ceased his peripatetic lifestyle and settled permanently in Harlem. However, he continued to write and interact with fellow Harlem Renaissance writers, such as Arna Bontemps, as well as younger writers he sought to encourage like Alice Walker. Langston Hughes died in Harlem on May 22, 1967, at the age of 65. James Mercer Langston Hughes’ ashes are interred beneath a floor medallion in the foyer of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture.
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ADHD is great if you're depressed and don't know it or don't want to admit it. You can just distract yourself by going from one dopamine fix to the next while the color slowly drains from your world. It also gives you the ability to ignore all the signs since you can hyper focus on literally anything else.
It's so awesome to burn out on a hyper fixation and then just bounce around on different apps and games until you fall asleep
Oh yeah for sure. Throw some pot and booze in there and you've got a party. I'll never need to address just how bad things have gotten.
But what if you’re not depressed and you’re just a sensory-seeking creature living in a world not designed for sensory-seeking creatures?
This is kinda what I discovered with my autism/adhd traits. I literally just jump from thing to thing until I eventually burn myself out/get bored because it’s how I’ve always processed things
I can only speak from personal experience. I process the world in much the same way. I find something neat, learn everything I can, then inevitably get bored a few months later. But I recently had the realization that I've been receding into hyper fixations to distract from the very real sources of depression in my life.
I would find myself feeling vaguely sad or unfulfilled and instead of addressing the source, I immediately dive into the minutiae of whatever I'm fixated on at the moment. Thinking to myself "surely I'll feel more fulfilled once I've figured out this software." Or "Won't it feel great when I'm done with this project?!".
But I never do feel fulfilled anymore. The sadness has never gone away. It's always been there, just out of sight. I'm surrounded by a graveyard of distractions.
Godamn if this isn’t me. I thought the exact same thing about getting a partner. Thought it would make me a complete person and I’d feel fulfilled
I thought the same thing about finally getting that job I wanted or finally getting the validation from a friend I wanted. But now I’m starting to think that maybe there isn’t anything that will make you feel that way indefinitely other than self-actualization or finding your purpose.
That brings me to another thing that I truly can’t wrap my mind around which is that I cannot say what is going on in anyone’s head or make claims about how they view the world. I can certainly empathize and feel things with them, but their “red” will always be their “red”, if you get what I’m saying lol
rips shatter vape at work no idea what you're talking about
Hahahaha yeah why would anyone do that
Wait, this sounds familiar. What am I supposed to do??
Well, based on personal experience, I can tell you that some chemical dependency and spiralling mental health won't fix it. So I'm fresh out of ideas.